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So after breaking my fingers with my last fic. I'm ready to resume my story with our estie bestie. 🥹

A little estie who plays tennis and tries to make Max proud. What did you think? 🥲💙

#as small as a mouse #lestappen #esteban ocon

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Chapters: 1/1

Words: 22k484

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Summary:

Max and Charles fell in love in 2022.

Their heart overflows with love, unable to manage this emotional whirlwind suddenly but honestly revealing this evidence that has always been there. Listen to those hearts beating in unison through this story.

OR : Relive Imola, Monaco, Austria, Monza and Abu Dhabi 2022 that gave birth to soulmates. Also discover the birth of MAX(1:1)

GUYS IT'S OUT!!!! Turn on your music player it's a need!! @axerocknroll THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN BABY FOR THIS!! This could never have existed without you 💗💗💗

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #love shouldn't stay in a closet #ao3 fic

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Max: “Monaco. Pole position. My secret boyfriend on my side. My first admirer on the other side. Happiness is here.” 💜

#*my edit #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #fernando alonso #formula one #monaco gp 2023

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On the third picture my gaze rippled. 👀

I thought the man's arm behind was Charles', stroking Max's cheek. 🥲 My lestappen heart is leaving too much in me today 💜

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc

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He tried to hide the fact that he only thinks about Charles 🤭

#it's so obvious that he said carlos at the end to avoid revealing himself #lestappen

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Thank’s for the tag! @carronyaflowers 💜

shuffle your 'on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

1. Space song - Beach House

2. it’s time to go - Taylor Swift

3. Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees

4. Mood ring - Lorde

5. Learn - The National

6. Taro- alt-J

7. Andromeda - Weyes Blood

8. Bartender - Lana Del Rey

9. Kiss my feet - Laura Mvula

10. my tears ricochet (long pond studio sessions) - Taylor Swift

Tagging: @16lestappen33 @axerocknroll @killingevie @lestappenbaee @sedicii @racingheartstopper @alestire @vroom-vrooms @charlyn16

#tumblr tag games

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OH MY GOD!! 😳

LMAO I just found the perfect song for MAX (1:1). Guys, guess what is the name of the song???

Little big clue:

Yeah, it’s LOVE (in capital letters too)

I swear on all what I’ve, I didn’t do it on purpose!! Plus the song fits so well. 🫠 Charles could have totally composed it. 😭🥺

HOW I SUPPOSED TO FEEL???

#lestappen #lestappen fic #love shouldn't stay in a closet

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Same. Forget parallels here.

My favorite new game : find the best lestappen as cats 🥹🐱

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #formula one #lestappen as cats #cats as lestappen #sorry but it fits so weeeelll

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MAX(1:2) STAB ME IT WOULD HURT LESS

OOOPS. 🫣 Ideas just pop up without even wanting it!! 😭

And if I tell you the title of this part is:

Monza 2022, MAX(1:2)

Little snippet

“Those veins sculpting the details of her muscular hands that made him want to suck, to graze, to worship with his tongue the contours of her fingers in such a perverse way. Max would die if he didn't make love to her now, on the piano with the sun illuminating them like a Caravaggio masterpiece.”

Plus if people are sweet I could write MAX(2:2). 🥹💜💜

#lestappen #lestappen fic #love shouldn't stay in a closet #replies #💜💜💜

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And if I tell you that we will find a MAX(1:2) by Charles in the next fic? ☺️💜💜

So obviously I didn't compose the music, my piano is too mediocre for that. 🫠

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen fic #love shouldn't stay in a closet

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"An echo of their thoughts that were lived without words, only carnal and sensual love. The kisses, the bites and the caresses died in I love you whispered in secret languages."

WHISPERED IN SECRET LANGUAGES

😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧

That's so idek know how to word, i'm losing my english it's so kilig in a kill me way

Ahh that's great

THAAANK YOU SO MUUCH BAAABY!!! 🥹❤️❤️

My tears are just stucking in my throat after this! 🥺🥹🥹❤️❤️

EVEN ME I was like “Girl what are you writing right now???🥺”

Little snippet gift, for your comment that hit my soul in the best way 💜 :

“Charles was slowly able to read Max's unspoken words now. The soft dimple on his cheek which appeared only in his presence so much he smiled. Because only he could provoke the most beautiful laughter. The most beautiful sparkles in his eyes that became real diamonds polished by the love they felt for each other.

If Charles had been able to penetrate Max's thoughts, he would have read in turn that Max cherished every moment when he was granted the right to lose himself in the forest of her eyes that held peace and consuming passion. And maybe even the answers to the questions of the universe. They were really into each other. It was so soft.”

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen fic #replies #love shouldn't stay in a closet #snippet

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NEW SNIPPET

Charles: "Why? It's the truth, Max. I don't like lying to you. Everything I tell you is true baby. We'll go by feel, as far as telling others, okay?"

Max didn’t resist anymore and pressed his lips on those of the winner. It was passionate, invigorating, obvious. Love in its purest state. An answer that was lived.

Ik hou van je. Ik hou zoveel van je.

Je t’aime. Je t’aime si fort.

(I love you. I love you so much)

An echo of their thoughts that were lived without words, only carnal and sensual love. The kisses, the bites and the caresses died in I love you whispered in secret languages.

I would loved to have your sweet (or not) thoughts and opinions on all this. 💜💜💜

#lestappen #lestappen fic #snippet #love shouldn't stay in a closet #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 fanfic

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Hi guys ! Promise you that I haven't forgotten you or my fic. 💜💜

Would you be interested in a new snippet??

I'm almost done, I can see the end of it. My fingers will dying after this. 🫠 I'm at 19k500 words, 45 pages and I still have a lot to write. I was too optimistic to finish it in two days. That's why I'll post it this weekend, especially for Monaco!! 🥰

Small precision, in this fic Charles received his bracelet "forza ferrari" in 2022, in Monza. This is for the sake of the story.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #love shouldn't stay in a closet

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Same parallels. 🐈‍⬛🐈

#lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #lestappen as cats #cats as lestappen #no need to clarify who is who 🤭

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NEW Snippet - Love shouldn't stay in a closet

" The seducer of this evening, opened his mouth wide, ready to seize a piece of this part still in Charles' hand. But without him expecting it, Max grabbed both his wrist and his hand that was holding the tempting fruit (we always came back to this biblical shit, right?) to better be able to grab the piece he wanted, without it getting away.

And boom.

A million shivers, veins twitching, muscles contracting, and his heart dropping in freefall to keep only the moment hovering when the parachute opened. It was the Max Verstappen effect, or rather just Max: simple and raw apple, that he had missed all these years. How was this possible?

Charles didn't know if he had the right to say it, to admit to the world, but especially to himself, what he felt. Here, in this moment, with this competitor he would be fighting tomorrow. How was he supposed to tell the world that what he was experiencing now had more adrenaline than the start of a race? That there was more magic and untold power in the gestures and mischievous glances of the blue sea before him, instead of the sight of the checkered flag after finishing first? How was he supposed to admit to himself that there was his soul mate in front of him and everything seemed so futile and dull next to that, when he had always been able to live without it? Just how?

Yet Charles realized that he was dead wrong. Max had always been there. Whether it was on the first karting tracks on which he had driven in Bagnoles and its surroundings, in the South of France, to their battle in every corner of Europe that had served as historic moments, to his arrival in Formula 1. Max had always had a look in his eyes, a gesture, a word, an attention… Something. Just there. Always there.

Max was beautiful and angelic, with that soft golden light that could have been the main character in a fairy tale. Even if in another aspect he also seemed a bit lewd eating his piece of pizza still leaning over Charles and still not really sitting on his butt, he still had that erotic, but never fully pornographic, edge that tipped the predestinato over the edge of love. Even if secretly, his heart was already there. Of all the moments, it had to happen now. But shush. The turn to ninety degrees was not for immediately, even if one could almost touch it of the end of the fingers. "

@axerocknroll it seems long, but trust there's so much more and more, and more, and more... ❤️❤️❤️

#lestappen #lestappen fic #snippet #love shouldn't stay in a closet

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It's only the beginning of your idea and not really, it's the beginning of the beginning. SHAME ON ME.😭

Your idea just made so many other things pop that I couldn't stop. ❤️❤️ I think it's going to be more than 30 pages and more than 30k, ooops 😭🫣 and I'm being soft…❤️❤️

My god, you guys are not ready for your future fic update !!! Thanks to @axerocknroll , I think I’m writing the most beautiful lestappen of my life. I'm very emotional while writing it and I even have tears in my eyes because I'm so proud of what I'm doing. 😭🥹

I have for now 13 pages and more than 6300k, and it’s just the begging of the story and the idea that inspired me. 🫢🫠 I’m so exiting to share with you this.

I know you didn't get the fluff you deserved in my previous fic, so here you go!! We have a Charles all in love and completely overwhelmed by his feelings for Max, we have love meetings like I've never written and religious symbolism for sensual things. We have art references too. ❤️❤️

I’M FREAKING OUT THAT YOU DON’T LIKE IT!! 🫣😭

Here a little snippet. It’s just the begging of the request, there’s so much more before and there’ll be so many more afterwards for the whole idea of @axerocknroll.

Austria 2022 (and memories of before), a podium that luxury would envy :

The nightly meetings after the days of racing, in small restaurants or pubs, had increased their relationship a little more. It made them into something, as imposing as the moon, that Charles didn't even fear to be seen late at night in public with Max. He even became proud of it. His heart became like marshmallow every time he had these thoughts and he asked for more every time. Especially with the moments of euphoria and pain that had broken his heart and left open wounds to Charles' soul. Max became his serenity, always camouflaged when he pricked himself or was pricked too hard against the field of roses that offered itself to him this season.

Charles found himself thinking several times, after one hand had caressed a drop of sauce on the corner of his lips by the thumb of the other and the looks that held the secrets of the world, that the house was Max. His soul and Max's were fused together at the heart, like atoms that attract and detach.

Max will be his undoing, he said to himself one day after he had stuffed himself with too much pasta after the Imola Grand Prix and his heart had stopped for a nanosecond when Max told him what Sassy had done to his simulator. They had been in a small Italian restaurant that Charles knew and knew he could trust not to be disturbed by him and Max.

The light was subdued, as if lit by candlelight which gave an air of Beauty and the Tramp. Almost kissing thanks to... no, because... no, thanks... in short, to a spaghetti that would bring them together without realizing it. The Ferrari driver had taken precautions to be at the back of the restaurant, in a corner that was a little more subdued than the others, with the soft, slow Italian music that would camouflage the last indiscreet ears. Everything seemed perfect. The race awaited them tomorrow and Charles was in the best conditions to play the podium, with Max who was supposed to offer him a great battle. Tonight, they would enjoy a sweet night, profiling the path of their flirtation, and tomorrow the protégé of the tifosi hoped that they would be able to close their weekend in the best way before taking the plane.

"...if you had seen this, Charles! The menace that she is, jumped on the screen while I was showering, like she knew what she was doing. The cunning one! I'm sure she's the one who lost me the race in Miami, I couldn't train properly at the apartment. She took advantage of the fact that I forgot to close the damn door, which never happens to me, to sneak in like the little devil she is. And then..."

Charles watched the tagliatelle wrap around his fork energetically, because of the story he was telling. The divine carbonara sauce that the predestinato had already been able to taste several times, had made its way onto the freckle on Max's upper lip. If at this very moment Charles could paint the scene, believe him, it would be obscener than any nude that art could count, and will count in the future. Obscener than Courbet's The Origin of the World, more obscene than Manet's Luncheon on the Grass which had shocked the crowd at the time, even more obscene than Rodin’s bronze Iris, Messenger of the Gods which was even more equivocal than The Origin of the World.

If Charles Leclerc had been able to paint or sculpt Max Verstappen at that very moment: the Academy of arts, the World, the public, the Formula 1 fans, the teams, and the Universe would have half covered their eyes; so violent would the divine be to contemplate for their retina. Which would have ended up burning their eyes, like a solar eclipse. So much the better. Charles would rather keep it to himself, in his Pandora's box, which only he could open and unleash when he wanted to.

Was it wrong if Charles was dying to literally sit on Max's lap, in full view of everyone like an exhibitionist, and lick the little piece of sauce obscenely for several minutes? Then, to feed him and Max on these same strong thighs that he was dying to bite, to suck, to knead and to lick until the groin to make Max crazy. Just like he had done a few months earlier at that party.

Oh, yes. It was the most tantalizing fantasy he'd ever had in his life and especially one that had given him an erection so quickly, right in the middle of a restaurant. His legs tightened to keep anyone from noticing his unchaste thoughts.

#lestappen #lestappen fic

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My god, you guys are not ready for your future fic update !!! Thanks to @axerocknroll , I think I’m writing the most beautiful lestappen of my life. I'm very emotional while writing it and I even have tears in my eyes because I'm so proud of what I'm doing. 😭🥹

I have for now 13 pages and more than 6300k, and it’s just the begging of the story and the idea that inspired me. 🫢🫠 I’m so exiting to share with you this.

I know you didn't get the fluff you deserved in my previous fic, so here you go!! We have a Charles all in love and completely overwhelmed by his feelings for Max, we have love meetings like I've never written and religious symbolism for sensual things. We have art references too. ❤️❤️

I’M FREAKING OUT THAT YOU DON’T LIKE IT!! 🫣😭

Here a little snippet. It’s just the begging of the request, there’s so much more before and there’ll be so many more afterwards for the whole idea of @axerocknroll.

Austria 2022 (and memories of before), a podium that luxury would envy :

The nightly meetings after the days of racing, in small restaurants or pubs, had increased their relationship a little more. It made them into something, as imposing as the moon, that Charles didn't even fear to be seen late at night in public with Max. He even became proud of it. His heart became like marshmallow every time he had these thoughts and he asked for more every time. Especially with the moments of euphoria and pain that had broken his heart and left open wounds to Charles' soul. Max became his serenity, always camouflaged when he pricked himself or was pricked too hard against the field of roses that offered itself to him this season.

Charles found himself thinking several times, after one hand had caressed a drop of sauce on the corner of his lips by the thumb of the other and the looks that held the secrets of the world, that the house was Max. His soul and Max's were fused together at the heart, like atoms that attract and detach.

Max will be his undoing, he said to himself one day after he had stuffed himself with too much pasta after the Imola Grand Prix and his heart had stopped for a nanosecond when Max told him what Sassy had done to his simulator. They had been in a small Italian restaurant that Charles knew and knew he could trust not to be disturbed by him and Max.

The light was subdued, as if lit by candlelight which gave an air of Beauty and the Tramp. Almost kissing thanks to... no, because... no, thanks... in short, to a spaghetti that would bring them together without realizing it. The Ferrari driver had taken precautions to be at the back of the restaurant, in a corner that was a little more subdued than the others, with the soft, slow Italian music that would camouflage the last indiscreet ears. Everything seemed perfect. The race awaited them tomorrow and Charles was in the best conditions to play the podium, with Max who was supposed to offer him a great battle. Tonight, they would enjoy a sweet night, profiling the path of their flirtation, and tomorrow the protégé of the tifosi hoped that they would be able to close their weekend in the best way before taking the plane.

"...if you had seen this, Charles! The menace that she is, jumped on the screen while I was showering, like she knew what she was doing. The cunning one! I'm sure she's the one who lost me the race in Miami, I couldn't train properly at the apartment. She took advantage of the fact that I forgot to close the damn door, which never happens to me, to sneak in like the little devil she is. And then..."

Charles watched the tagliatelle wrap around his fork energetically, because of the story he was telling. The divine carbonara sauce that the predestinato had already been able to taste several times, had made its way onto the freckle on Max's upper lip. If at this very moment Charles could paint the scene, believe him, it would be obscener than any nude that art could count, and will count in the future. Obscener than Courbet's The Origin of the World, more obscene than Manet's Luncheon on the Grass which had shocked the crowd at the time, even more obscene than Rodin’s bronze Iris, Messenger of the Gods which was even more equivocal than The Origin of the World.

If Charles Leclerc had been able to paint or sculpt Max Verstappen at that very moment: the Academy of arts, the World, the public, the Formula 1 fans, the teams, and the Universe would have half covered their eyes; so violent would the divine be to contemplate for their retina. Which would have ended up burning their eyes, like a solar eclipse. So much the better. Charles would rather keep it to himself, in his Pandora's box, which only he could open and unleash when he wanted to.

Was it wrong if Charles was dying to literally sit on Max's lap, in full view of everyone like an exhibitionist, and lick the little piece of sauce obscenely for several minutes? Then, to feed him and Max on these same strong thighs that he was dying to bite, to suck, to knead and to lick until the groin to make Max crazy. Just like he had done a few months earlier at that party.

Oh, yes. It was the most tantalizing fantasy he'd ever had in his life and especially one that had given him an erection so quickly, right in the middle of a restaurant. His legs tightened to keep anyone from noticing his unchaste thoughts.

#lestappen #lestappen fic #charles leclerc #max verstappen #olympe’s writings #.txt #snippet #love cannot stay in a closet #<< title